From the Isle of Vancouver
To the Labrador Sea
One nation, glorious and free
Where I'm free to be me

From the song of the Prairies
To the call of the ponds
Heroes of times come and gone

I know where I'm from and I told you before

North of America, hard to ignore

It's a pride that's been passed down to me

Deep as coal mines, wide as farmer's fields, Yeah, I've got independence in my veins
-family-

think we finish every sentence with "buddy" or "bye"

and if it ain't that its either "dude", "eh", or "guy"

-friends-

Buy a ticket for a plane, and come and see me, baby

Or drive your car all night By just starlight to Canada...That's where I'll be waiting

-love-

The prairies of Alberta, they ain't never heard of The things keepin' you down

And the short native grasses don't care that the ashes Of your dreams match their dry shade of brown

-kids-

from the Greatest of Lakes to the greenest of greens

to the Rockiest mountains and everything in between

-Otakuye-

Maybe it's my down-home redneck roots

Or these dusty old Alberta boots, But like a Chinook wind keeps coming back again

-art-

the roads get better every time i cross that saskatchewan line

i tip my hat and it's good to be back on mountain standard time

-links-